03/06/15
a tall wiry fence,
lofty and towering..
the kind with the shapes of diamonds,
feels like its my initiation so i climb it like a spider would... anything.
what is it like to be a spider? conquered that fence like a champ, maybe i know?
there's a girl i never attempted to talk to (i think her name is camille)
and her irises are still a sweet kind of dark brown...
sweet like her,
brown like her.
"take a walk with me" the groupings of those letters cascade and sweep from her two lips and tongue like oozing honey running down a tile wall,
crystals scattered among us sunken and glowy in floody waters throughout the halls,
i pick one... no... i pick 2 up...
who'd hex the dreamlike cloud adamantine concrete platforms she and i walk and walked on??
with those kind of crystals in hand...
a sunset and firy kind of opal.
